Whipping Stories Novels & Stories

I knew, even before she spoke, that she would be regaling me with tales of their lunch, the details of their conversation, the juicy gossip that had undoubtedly been shared. She stopped in front of me, her face alight with a mischievous grin. "You wouldn't believe what happened at lunch..." she began, her voice a breathless whisper. I took another sip of my coffee, bracing myself for the onslaught of stories that was sure to follow. "Gosh! I can't believe that he already has a girlfriend," Selena exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and amusement. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with gossip, her hands gesturing wildly as she recounted the details of their lu

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

i gasp at his almost slick entrance. “You are not wet yet?” He asked seductively looking straight into my eyes. “I’ll punish you now.” He added and I felt the whip in his hand land on my pussy. *whip* I felt the urge so bad that, my pussy tingled with sensation, the heat surged through my body.

“You’re sucking my dick right after I fucked you? You really can’t get enough,huh?” I looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent while my tongue swirled around his cockhead. “I want every drop,” I whispered, voice husky. “I want to taste how good my cheating cunt made you cum.” Then I opened wide and took him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness. The water made everything extra sloppy—drool and cum and pool water running down my chin as I bobbed my head. Alex’s hips bucked forward, pushing more of his cock into my throat. “That’s it, suck it like a good little cocksucker. Clean your friend’s husband’s dick. You like being my secret whore?”

Avery's venom-filled voice echoed through the entire room. "Michael Kent, you can't do this! I love you so much! I've loved you ever since I saw you on the first day in college! "What does Wendy White have that I don't? How is she better than me? To stay with you forever, I was willing to endure this weak little body! I even became your daughter! How can you treat me like this?!" Avery screamed hysterically, even tearing her spirit away from Ava's body. All we saw was a mass of black mist.

Cassie looked at him earnestly. "Good." They followed the couple to a corner where a wooden post stood, ringed by chains bolted to the floor. The submissive man was secured facing the post, arms raised and wrists shackled. His mask's hood left his mouth exposed, and he bit down on a gag as his dominant began. She wielded a braided leather whip, cracking it experimentally. The first strike landed across his shoulders, drawing a muffled grunt. Red lines bloomed on his skin as she continued, her movements graceful, almost dance-like.

The whipping has been in place for a long time and it was brought into existence by your father's father," he spoke and I nodded in realization at his words. I picked up my pancakes in nervousness to eat. I almost moan in delight at the amazing taste that explodes around my mouth. "Tell me about the whipping laws, why isn't jack working to put a stop to it and the pack elders, why are they doing nothing," I asked taking another bite, fiddling with the fork in my hand. "Well the person who told you this should have given you a basic rundown of everything, Those Alpha punish their members if they speak badly about them, for example, he takes it as a sign of a challenge and you must fight till

“Whatever happens or doesn’t happen, when it happens you will be able to take it, whatever it is. I’m not going to throw you down and scar you. I’m not an animal.” She looked back at the tray of canes. “What made your scars?” “A bull whip.” “W-which one is that?” Clint pointed to a large, single-tailed whip on the wall. “I want to change my list. Make that one the worst one, and then the canes underneath it.” He chuckled but scribbled in his book. “Noted.” “What kind of whip is this?” she asked, pointing to a smaller whip that had several strips of leather instead of one. Amazingly, talking about the

He never once told them to stop until the last bucket was empty. He slowly walked over to her, bent down, and wiped her cheek with a silk handkerchief. But his words were sharp and cruel. "Sandra is awake. She doesn't blame you for cursing her and forgives you. She even said it wasn't really you who did it, but you were possessed." He paused. "I had my men prepare the salt water for you. It's supposed to ward off evil spirits, but it won't do anything unless you're soaked in it for 72 hours."